Sixsmith

La Vie Boheme V2 (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

I'd be fairly interested. :o

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

I just.

I need to tell myself not to set anymore deadlines for myself for the foreseeable future because that just makes me not want to do what I'd set forward to do. If that makes any sense whatsoever. Ugh.

But, hey! I finally got it up! :D

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

Percival Chevalier POV — Emory University, Cafeteria

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Buzzing.

It was familiar—odd, but familiar. Mostly off putting.

The fact that Percival heard the buzzing enough times to register it as a comfort in the whirlwind of emotions swirling thorough his mind didn't exactly sit well with him. Yet, there it was, like a dull bell chiming in the confines of his thoughts, alerting him to emotions as if they were visitors. Beyond the buzz a voice drifted through, muffled and directed toward him—if he heard right. A distinct feeling that urged him to tilt his head upward, following the voice in a slight swivel of his head as if he were being called for. Though, none of that happened; Percival was far too dazed and exhausted to even think clearly about moving.

"Hey!" it pinched his ears, ran in shivers down his spine, "I didn't get your name." The voice grumbled, quieter thanthe shouts directed toward him. It continued, growing louder but keeping in hushed tones, "Hey! Please, you have to get up; those things are everywhere. I'll have to leave you if you don't wake up, please. God, please." It's cries grew in concern, twisting into one last distressed tone that was no longer restrained by the calm that lilted through her words, so close to the edge of desperation and full of so much fear, "Please. Please..."

And he tried, Percival tried very hard, but nothing came forth. The grip of slumber held too tight and he wanted so bad to respond in any way, but tree days of no sleep left most humans delirious, incapacitated and he'd expended so much energy. He just wanted to sleep; the words caught in his throat, only reaching from the confines of his subconscious but never once pulling through. That buzzing only grew louder in his numbness and distress, until it the buzzing turned into something different, a full on groan—a collection of them—and further more moans, hoarse as they peeled through layers of decay and gurgled forth. It felt wrong against his eardrums, like someone willingly pour salt water into them and the noises sloshed about like the muck he'd imagined. The only response Percival gave edged panic through his mind, his eyes racing taught against his eyelids as if this were just a dream. He knew better, though, or maybe he didn't. There was only exhaustion that overwhelmed it, sinking into his bones like a dull ache that traveled throughout his body in wanton pulses.

From where he stood, still muffled by the buzzing and the cries and the exhaustion, the voice urged him on before completely turning away. If he could have, he would have slumped further down the oak in resignation, letting his head fall against the sturdy protection of the bark. It would consume him, he was sure of it, curl him into its roots and hush him back to sleep so those monsters couldn't touch him. Though the shock vibrating from the voice seemed to reel him back to reality; maybe he had moved, maybe this person was no longer resigned to leave him for dead.

"Aldous! Please, I can't lift him up by myself; I need your help," it could out, turned away from him again. Maybe it hadn't even turned back in the first place. It was feasible that Percival had imagined this all up. "I'm not strong enough. Please, I'll cover you, just hurry! Dammit, you wanted to save this man's life, well now's your chance."

Moments passed, aided only by the thick, heavy steps that only grew louder in its vibrations. Percival felt the pull and drag of muscle as arms slid under him and lifted, tensing under the weight of his body and his pack. A surprised huff of air slipped from the man's mouth, as if he was expecting Percival to be heavier... or maybe lighter, he couldn't tell—his arms flexed under the weight regardless. A shoulder urged him forward, before a sturdy chest replaced it, leaving along a light feeling to replace the heaviness the ground held him with. The oak no longer pressed against the curve of his neck. Yet, the sturdy feeling that bubbled calmness into his chest never left. That buzz, unfortunately, didn't fail to leave either.

Eyes still shut, Percival leaned into the embrace, unable to fight the exhaustion. Was he fighting it to begin with? A quick shake of his head was all the convincing he needed, though the man, Aldous, who held him seemed to take that differently and only further pressed Percival to his chest, a pleasantly surprised grumble heaving from his throat as Percival's fingers gripped tight to Aldous' shirt. But, he'd give no more than that; the exhaustion was too much for him and he deserved at least some form of comfort. The secure feelings of arms coiled beneath and around him, accompanied by the swell of heat pressed to his side, sleep only seemed the next logical step—an offer too good for him to refuse. That ache never left, only settled deeper until he'd succumbed to the slumber beneath Aldous' chin, taught and snug where he held him and ignorant of the cadence of his bounce as they trudged forward. Percival felt the rumble of the chuckle as he placed himself further along a stubbled jaw, finding warmth where he would probably too embarrassed to admit. Comfort over everything else and the stranger offered, so he willingly took. However, the amusement dripping from Aldous' voice only furthered the scowl he didn't know he was wearing, even in spite of the relaxed sag of his shoulder and lack of tension in his body.

"Figures, not sure any one in their right mind—even if you aren't technically in your right mind—can resist the temptation to snuggle this gorgeous, hunk of a—" Aldous voice was distinctly different from the one before, though it was comfortingly familiar. The voice from early, feminine in its intonation compared to Aldous, cut him off.

"For the love of God, he's unconscious and was this close to be Kibbles 'N Bits for those things out there," She seemed irritated when she spoke, but there was a faint hint of amusement beneath it all. "Would it kill you not to flirt with the guy until he's safe and, most importantly, awake?"

"And fed," Aldous added with a grumble, "But fine, jeeze. Can't a comfort a guy with a little bit of harmless carnality without being yelled at."

"You don't know how wrong that sounds; he's passed the fuck out. You might as well be enticing him with—" Aldous cut her off this time, a gruff hardness that felt a little this side of weird coming from Aldous throat echoing his words.

"Don't, Grace. Don't you dare." They'd stopped and the blast of air that smacked his face signaled he'd been turned, rather sharply and with a little too much roughness edged into it. He could only mumble his protest, though he was certain Aldous wouldn't hear it. Percival could feel the tension swelling within the man's body, feel his jaw clench tight along his head as it bared down.

An strained sigh filtered through the air in front of him, followed by Grace's response, "Go, please. The door is right there. We don't have time for this argument."

From the posture Aldous held before trudging in, Percival was quite certain that conversation would be over any time soon. Somehow, he was glad not to have been caught in the middle of it; it seemed like intruding into something private, meant for the ears of only close family. Why he ever cared to pick up on any of that—suffice to say, he spared himself the headache of the nosy, curious kind. Being right their, unable to do anything but listen, may have factored into that. That stray thought brought strands of the beginning of a bad migraine to the surface and Percival tampered down on it almost immediately, succumbing to the beck and call of slumber wrapped in the warmth of a stranger's arms. His parishioners would have thrown a fit, but who could deny a few restless day's worth of sleep and the offer of warmth this man so graciously gave him? Percival may come to find those thoughts turn regretful later, but at that moment, Aldous was much too like a self-heating blanket not to press himself closer; he could almost feel the indignant roll of Grace's eyes as she passed and her whispered, "Weak." And he hoped to God she was only referring to the fact that he probably fell too willingly into another person's offer of comfort and help. From Aldous response of, "Jealous," and Grace's rebuttal of, "As if," any rising suspicion that she may have looked down on him seemed to vanish.

Why he was scared of that thought—the question was pushed down among the others in favor of rest.

The doorway passed by in a gush of air while Aldous carried him over the threshold, surprised it was wide enough to accommodate his slightly horizontal frame. Walls did nothing to add to the security he'd found among Grace and Aldous, particularly in the protective hold he was being subjected to, something that was promptly taken away. Percival nearly reeled as hard, cool floor and harder, colder walls replaced the soft warmth of the Georgia air (replaced with the sterility of the indoors, with a dank, hidden sub-layer of rotted flesh) and the coziness he'd felt pressed against another individual. Percival had not felt the desire to rely on a person so wholly, a complete stranger no doubt, and the furrow in his brows hinted more at his discomfort, but also how those thoughts seemed to unnerve him. It felt too soon to trust any of these people yet, regardless of whether or not they saved his life.

That familiar presence returned and Percival graced him with a squinted eye in acknowledgement, brows still knitted together in a frown. Aldous merely smiled, prodded the middle of his forehead in an attempt to ease the tension away while he pressed a water bottle to his hand. A chuckle escaped the man's throat at his minor success in getting Percival to relax once more, though the frown on his lips didn't give way so easily.

"Mind sharing your ,name?" Aldous asked, tilting his head in curiosity, "I'm Aldous, if you wanted to know in return."

"I gathered," Percival responded slowly, pressing the water bottle to his lips as he spoke, "Percival." With that, he downed the water and shut his eyes, fully intending to succumb to the slumber that ached within him again, regardless of whether or not Aldous kept talking.

"Percival. Fancy name," Aldous responded, slowly testing the sound of it on his tongue in hushed tones to keep from disturbing Percival, "Well, you looked beat before, can't say you look any better now, handsome. Sweet dreams." A pat and squeeze on his shoulder was all he got before Aldous slinked away with a soft huff of laughter. Percival could feel the grin radiating from where they'd placed him.

Percival held onto that, and the presence of the surrounding people to comfort the anxiety and paranoia that threatened to fully wake him. He soon found that sleep that had been waiting for him to curl into a ball and just stop for a second too enticing now to resist. There was nothing left for him to worry about and he was fully willing to trust these people with his safety for at least this one time. Percival no sooner found a comfortable position where he sat, curling in on himself as sleep broke through the rustling feathers of a fleeing pigeon.

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

Strawberry425 said
Good to hear Barks! Take your time. As I've said already, just want to make sure people are still on board. @SixsmithIf you write up your post, you can go ahead and post it. At the least, it will keep this thing going.

I'm not ashamed to say that I went to see Interstellar instead. *Cough* *Cough* Maybe a little. But it was so good and I cried so much. ;_;

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

I think November's a big time where things just slow to a halt until all the Christmas and Thanksgiving shopping is over and people have time to relax until winter break and Christmas. Somethin' 'bout the holidays just makes people go insane. It just makes me feel extremely lazy and I'm sure it's the same with most college kids too, lol. But, I am freaking out this year 'cause I got a wedding I'm planning to go to and it's like 1000 miles away from me. Bleh.

Regarding my post, it is finished, but it's on paper in my car dashboard and it's snowing outside. Like, at least it was when I dropped dead after work. But, I'm off tomorrow, so I'll fish it out and get it posted, unless you think I should wait until role call is all good and done. I just have a terrible sleep schedule and being given a morning shift makes me feel like complete shit until I've gotten a full night's sleep. I never expect it 'cause it always goes off to a good start and ends in me all shaky and about to collapse. ;_;

That's what I'm afraid of concerning Beth. But, I never got a romantic/sexual vibe from her relationship with Daryl. I feel like there's a giant air of difference between how Daryl reacts and interacts to Beth and how he does so with Carol. They seem to have a close sibling dynamic after the ordeal they went through together and I think that's a good thing for Daryl, but it's kind of weird for Beth, though she has someone to confide in in Daryl, it doesn't seem much different than her and Maggie or her and Glenn. It's weird, I dunno how to explain how I feel about her and Daryl, but I have a feeling the show's more pushing for Caryl than it is..lol... lol Deth. Lol. >_> <_< Ahem. It may be me being biased cause I ship Caryl too and Carol's my absolute favorite character.

But, yeah, I think they've been going in circles with Beth, with the whole, loss thing. I understand that the world is bleak and everyone has a way with coping with loss, but they already explored that with Beth and her mother and her dead boyfriend in the beginning. She didn't have much of a chance to grow from that aside from being able to push on in the prison. I think she kind of reverted back to her safe place, pre-apocalypse farm girl the moment they found sanctuary and then when that crumbled she went through the same thing she did when her mother died. Not saying that I don't feel bad for her or that I think she should buck up and suck up, but I think she should be able to at least grow from what happened instead of considering everything hopeless and considering herself as good as dead. I mean self-harm is a big issue and I strongly feel like it doesn't mean she's weak or hopeless, it just disappoints me because that's not character development... she's just stuck in the same place as before.

Though, I do agree that even if she dies, they have to at least give her something. I want so much to see her grow and so much to see her live and I think from her solo episode they're definitely pushing in the right direction and I really, really want to see her being the one to save Carol and escape the compound. Would be epic and would definitely be a step up in character development, or at least lead her in the right direction. I just hope she doesn't go into a total Carol make over because they've already done that.... with Carol and it's made her such a better character, but I think that'd only garner attention once. I think they'd need to do something different with her character, though maybe similar, I don't know. I'm just crossin' mah fingers hoping they do something good for her.

Then again, I may be just blabbing and spouting bs. ;_; I'm never confident in what I write and I think it shows, heh. >_>

As for Eugene, I hope he's not dead, but I have a lot of sympathy for him. He's not someone who could have fended for himself and he's done what he can to survive for that long, however I don't think he understand what it means to find trust in a group, especially when you're living to deceive them. I definitely think he should take advice from Tara 'cause she knows, even if she thinks she's useless, they'll find a valid use for her and they'll treat her like family, as long as she doesn't do something stupidly traitorous. I'm not sure there's a lot Eugene can quite do to redeem himself anymore, and I think... he might be dead? I dunno. His face looked beyond fucked up and that sound when he dropped didn't sound so nice. I'm actually kinda disliking Abraham the most, though. He seems like the typical macho doucher and I'm not a fan of those types. I'm hoping they give him more redeeming qualities in later episodes cause I know he's a pretty important character in the comics.

Tara's up there for my favorites and I really want to see her integrate herself into the group more and live for longer than just these two seasons. I really like her character and what they're doing with her. They don't make her sexuality her defining trait and I love that so fucking much it hurts. They pretty much just said, "She likes women, so fucking what? Get over yourselves." I personally think she's a wonderful character and I'm hoping they do so much more with her. I love that Maggie didn't just write her off when she'd told her the truth; I think Tara understood what honesty means to the group and I think Maggie's definitely warming up to her because of it. I think she's out to redeem herself, but I have a feeling they already think she's done more than enough to prove her loyalty. That's just me... they might have her do something at her behest or something and I'm hoping it's not a posthumous redemption. I hope she lives for a long ass time on the show 'cause I love her. ;_;

I am, however, afraid for Glenn because we just flew by the Hunters saga and I'm just waiting for that moment where everything just falls fucking a part with the religious nuts that I have feeling they're going to introduce as the big bad this season. I also wonder what they're gonna do with Gabriel, if he's just gonna stay at the church or join the group. *Shrug* I don't really much care for him, but I'm curious as to what they'll do. They need more alive black people on the show 'cause I have a feeling after Rob it's going to be Tyreese and I'm just hoping Sasha isn't going to join them and T-Dawg. Cause I love Sasha to death as well, and I think they're pulling her down a pretty dark path alongside Rick and Abraham. Oh and then there's Michonne. Ugh. <3 I don't think they're gonna do a G.R.R. Martin and kill off everyone's favorite; I think, personally, right now, killing off either or both Michonne and Daryl would tank ratings. I don't wanna make assumptions about the fanbase, but I think a lot of the viewers have those two in a very special, "Pls don't touch" place in their hearts. I think everyone's either a hit or a miss or people are just, eh about them. I could be wrong. Michonne and Carol are in my, "PLS DON'T" section and the rest sit right on, "I really like them a lot, but wouldn't stop watching if they died/but I'm waiting for them to die," category. Particularly Carol. I've seen a lot of love for her, but I've seen a lot of hate for her as well.

/rantcauseI'msotiiiiired

Shit I write too much. Anyways, I can put off writing if you think you'll need to restart it. :o I wouldn't mind waiting; it'll give me time to edit through while I transfer from paper to compooper.

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

Strawberry425 said
I'll be frank with you; Beth's never really been a favorite of mine, though I don't hate her. Just don't care for her. The potential with her character has been screwed so many times, I'm just waiting to see what they do with her this time around. Also, good to hear (read?) you're working on a post. Been a bit busy; on the upbeat professor gave our essay an extension due date. I was mostly done with mine, but it's good to have time to review it more thoroughly.

Why do I do that? I keep saying that and then forgetting to work on the post some more. Ugh. I'll have time during work tomorrow to continue working on it, but if it's not up to tomorrow, then feel free to attack me with words and possibly whips. I have it in my car somewhere (I've been working on it at work 'cause I have literally nothing better to do than that. >_> <_< So they can't tell me shit D:<) I was actually going to see interstellar yesterday, but I guess I got caught up myself and pretty busy. Sadly, at this moment I don't have the time to work on it cause I just got off work and have to get up at 5:00 tomorrow to then work a morning shift. But then I'm off for two days, so that's a godsend. Bleh. ._. I intensely hate getting a late mid shift or a night shift and then a morning shift the very next day. My sleep schedule is already atrocious. Ugh. ;_;

Yeah, wish they'd done something more for her sooner, especially since she seems to just be hanging on a thread right now, compared to characters like Michonne and Daryl. :( But, I think that's how most people feel about her. They just don't really care for her, which is sad, but it's more than justified. She just seems there for most of the epsiodes and lately, before her solo episode, she was pretty much forgotten. I'm certain a lot of people forgot about her between the ending of last Season and the few episodes of this one... lol.

The Spirits Within

Ex said
Symbolism? Me? Never!

Your dirty, dirty little thing, Ex. >:O I forgot about the black rose. <3

I understand why you used it, though, having Lily go through such a lengthy change process could only really be emphasized by rebirth symbolism. Now that I think about it, that final bit we did in PH had a lot of symbolism in it, I just can't remember exactly what we wrote... something about a bowl and a gun.

I guess I never thought that deeply with my writing and I should 'cause it makes for some great writing and some Aha! moments we all love.

Prisk said
Ooh, take it easy now, hon. Keep calm and go to sleep! You're not crazy! You're a wonderful, funny, sweet boy who is going to find the love of your life soon enough, and it's going to be just like one of your favorite romantic comedies! I've never been so sure about anything, ever! We love you, Six, and you can go as bat shit crazy as you want in this thread!That being said...! website was quite useful during my English lit classes... uh, one or two years ago, I can't remember. I read tvtropes every now and then to get ideas to make things more clear. If I didn't have all the GM stuff to take care of, I'd probably focus more on my writing and use these devices much more. I suppose using these devices is a good way to fill the pages, which isn't always a bad thing, being a fan of brevity and all.Anyway! I've made some updates to the combat stuffs. I've added a new status ailment, "berserk", which is based on one of Roy's abilities. I also edited Rockette's banners into tiny icons for our stagger meters. Also, here is the combat progress so far, let me know if I've missed something in your posts — there's a lot to keep track of!

I'll keep your words to heart, Prisk. <3 I really laid that part on thick didn't I? XD I guess running around looking for romance in RPs is kinda heavy handed in the, "I want someone to love me ;_;" department. I won't doubt your words, though, I'm sure I'll find someone... I just hope it's not when I'm like 40 or something. Lol. I'll try to keep the bat shit crazy to a minimum, but if I need any reassurances, I'll be sure to go bat shit crazy in this particular thread whenever I do.

That's actually something I think I'll have to use from now on. I do want to get more into using literary devices, since I didn't really much. I never took creative writing classes, though I think I wish I did. I just took honors crap in high school and a standard prerequisite my Freshman year of college. They always touched upon the creative process, but never delved deep enough, though the most I got from writing and using literary devices was probably from having to read Shakespeare all four of my high school years lol. I enjoyed Shakespeare, quite a bit, so that was definitely a positive for me. I'll keep that tab open like the rest of my uber important tabs that dot my window. I leave these things open cause my bookmark folders are all over 100 and I don't know why. ;_; Pretty, pretty pictures, I don't doubt it and a lot of Bradley Cooper, for some reason.... "for some reason" heh... heh.

Anyways, I love the icons (squealed for some reason when I saw them) and I inspired a status ailment! *Cheers all around*

JJ, quick, celebratory video about how beer is made!

The Spirits Within

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, I WAS LITERALLY LOSING MY MIND WHEN I WROTE THIS. TREAD CAUTIOUSLY INTO THE WORDS I WROTE BELOW OR AVOID IT ALL TOGETHER, HOWEVER YOU WANNA SOMETHING WITH YOUR COFFEE. P.S. I'VE GONE MAD. I'VE GONE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD

What am I doing with my life? What in the Sam Hill am I doing with my life?

JJ Doe said
Why yes, I do use all of the above (well, at least to the best of my ability): Kim’s hallucinations and dreams are an all-you-can-eat buffet of foreshadowing and symbolism (mixed with some randomness in attempt to throw off whoever reads it). Although, I guess it can be argued that Kim's just crazy :P A majority of the foreshadowing, for Kim, is not what will happen to him in the future (I’d like that to be determined more through IC interaction; I do have plans, but they’re not set in stone), but what he will discover concerning the past.

Aaaaaand, I just thought Kim was crazy. This is usually why I watch things or read things twice, to get through it and then to get through it all, taking everything at face value, and then going through and trying my best to run a fine comb to get to the layers beneath. I don't usually do that in RPs because I don't really expect people to really use very many literary devices like that to hint at where they plan to take their character(s) without actually telling people. I've probably got it in my head that most people don't do it 'cause they just assume the RP isn't going to last long enough so they just don't plan ahead.

I think that's why most romances in roleplays are so rushed. They don't pile on the tropes and the layers and it makes it seem flimsy and just there, instead of being something akin to a Romeo and Juliet ballad (however horrid that example is, but many romance tropes have come of the tragic star-crossed relationship), something people can tell is more than just two people wanting their characters to bang it out. Guess that's why stuff like that don't usually work out as intended because there's no substance there because I think a lot of people don't expect to be able to really delve deep into something unless they're doing it one-on-one instead of in a group. Of course, there are exceptions and occurrences, however rare, but I've yet to see one.

I'd have to ask Ex whether he thought a romance he'd seen in one of our RPs was ever fruitful beyond the shallow surface. *Shrug* I kind of doubt it because we'd not planned very thoroughly, but I'd not know of that. Plus, romances that start so early in a story are destined to be driven a part in some form or fashion and a lot of the times they don't really get resolved, i.e. Romeo and Juliet.

Maybe I can attempt that in something... I dunno, a story of my own or give Roy another man along the way, but have them go through an actual process rather than just, "Oh look, gorgeous guy; tingly feelings; must be love, yep," from the get go. I've just... guh, I've just been aching to get something like that on page that goes with my definition of a slow burn romance side plot that has been layered into characters and the story, but not enough that the absence of it would cause a total upheaval. Which might be good to have something like that come to fruition in the end, rather than in the middle, just so I don't accidentally tie certain aspects of the relationship into the story. I'm certain, though, that Prisk wouldn't let me do that. Lol.

Anyway, that's just me mumbling ideas and putting them on my computer rather than letting my brain think it and let it flow away in the memory banks of good nighttime fantasies to dream about and sigh over. I don't expect myself to actually go through with it, but I might, who knows. If I do, I'll have it planned out some before I do it. By planned out, because of how fluid RPs tend to be, I mean have the main points there in vague terms and sentences, while leaving the places that connect them up to interaction. Which means nothing would be set in stone, but I'd have a beginning and an end for it, which is better than nothing at all or simply jumping the gun. It's weird though, cause I honestly don't need to give Roy another romantic relationship. If I did, though, it'd probably fall into place at the end of this RP or this episode of this RP, so it'd technically not be considered a relationship until then, which is probably the total opposite of what Roy had with Thael. It'd be a good developmental arc in which Roy comes to terms with the fact that Thael is gone forevers and it's okay, it really is okay to move on. I'm going to start plotting this out right here if I don't fucking stop. I don't know what it is with me, but for some reason the idea of a romance gets me even more interested in writing and I don't think that's a good thing. Maybe it's just me and the fact that I'm a hopeless romantic and like to read about romance and watch romantic comedies and just see people being happy together and then torn a part in conflict and then get back together in spite of it all and be better for it. Which is pretty much the structure of all romantic comedies. Boy meets girl/girl meets boy/boy meets boy/girl meets girl/pretty much everything in between, they get together about the middle of the film, before the ending, what I usually deem is the three quarters mark, something happens to split them up or create needed tension and conflict, and they get through it to find happiness in each other once more and that solidifies the relationship for them, makes it more than just a fling. And if they had skipped the get together part and went straight to the conflict, then they'd definitely get together afterwards like, "Omg you liked me? Omg I liked you back. Omg omg". I'm crazy. WHAT AM I DOING. IT'S 4AM IN THE MORNING AND I'M TIRED AND I'VE BEEN EATING CHOCOLATE. UAUWHIAUHFAWUHFIUHAWIUfhlauiwegnluiaweguiawheguiaweghuiwhg

I'm going insane. I'm literally going crazy. ;_; I'm gonna wake up tomorrow, see this in the thread and go, "What. IN THE FUCK. WAS I THINKING WHEN I WROTE THIS?!" and then I'll most definitely go, "Oh, yeah, that's what I was thinking..." and then I'll go think about it even more and find a way to vent it all out to something else or someone else and this vicious, vicious cycle will continue to the end of time.

Regardless, I've sidetracked from the original discussion that I had intended to talk about and that was symbolism. ;_; I'd love to use it for Roy and his state of mind and I may have already because I think it'd be a fun and interesting thing to do. Plus, it give Roy more substance and help me write for him. I think it's good to get things churning and I've always loved delving deeper into things. I've spent days on tumblr lookin' at posts about a show and its subtext. I've spent years on Wiki sights just researching pointless things about games and books and movies and shows. It's insanity and I don't know why I find it so much fun to do. Maybe I can find a profession that would just allow me to work eight hour shifts in a forty hour week just rifling through research on the internet or something for something, I don't know. I think I'd be very good at it and would enjoy it. It would pay a hundred bucks an hour if I had my way, but thinking about it now, I'd think it'd be something with a nice salary but nothing gigantic, just something comfortable for one person.

Hm...

I think I need meds for this. How many times have I gotten off topic or sidetracked in this one post? I'm going to say about fifty, counting this one. Is this a symptom of ADD/ADHD? I think it is. I dunno. I'm crazy. I need a check up just 'cause I haven't had one in probably a decade... o_o or maybe a few years ago when I'd thought I had that slow building appendicitis and found out it was nothing and that I was actually just a hypochondriac. Number 51. That was the 51st time I went on a totally different tangent, lucky for me I'm sitting in a very precarious position in my rolly chair and I'm currently uncomfortable and wanting to post this so I can adjust myself into a much better sitting position for my poor as fuck posture. 52nd.

._.

Just gonna stop now.

It's 4 am and I wish I could say this is just a thing that happens when I'm tired, but I'm most positive it happens at least ten times a day. My mind just likes to think of different thoughts and likes to connect them all in some form or fashion in one endless string of the illusion of one train of thought....

Ugh... am I crazy? I think I'm crazy.

The Walking Dead: What Lies Ahead

Strawberry425 said
Assuming ya'll are around (and watched this past Sunday's new ep.) what'd you guys think of it? Looks like next episode will be a Caryl ep.

I was like, "You... spelled Carol wrong?" and then I realized that's the ship name for Daryl/Carol. >_> I was mulling over what their ship name would be the other day and I just kept saying their names back 'n forth and my mother gave me this weirdest look like, "What the fuck? Are you my son? Who the fuck are you?"

No, but I'm hoping it's going to be, only because Carol is my favorite character in the TV series, so far, followed by Glen and Maggie and Michonne. I'm really hoping it's going to me more than just Carol and Daryl doing crazy shit in Atlanta, though, and we get more of Beth in the episode 'cause they can't just fucking drop a dime like Beth about to slaughter a man only to be stopped by unconscious Carol being thrown into her little shit storm she's been pulled into.

Beth's another favorite of mine, but I'm afraid of how long she's going to last. I want her to suddenly click into badass mode like she was technically on the verge of doing in her solo run episode and was about to tip into near the end there (she was very fearless the entire episode, but I felt something missing, like she was trying her damnest to avoid going batshit crazy on the hospital, though I'm sure that woulda gotten her killed). I did cheer when she showed that rapist assface what for and let the victim he was doin' obvs bad things to eat his face off. What I want most is her to survive with her optimism and nature in tact, unlike Carol, though I didn't at all like how Carol was before she just clicked into cold hearted badass. I can't say the same for Beth because she's a lot fiercer than people give her credit for, but doesn't feel like she's actually strong enough to do anything about it. I just don't want her to lose that when she realizes that she's just as strong as Rick or Michonne or Daryl, just in her own way.

I may be biased because I like Beth a lot and want her to be alive for a lot longer. I mean, why would they give her a solo episode if she was just gone die this season? ;_; Please, don't tell me giving her a solo episode sealed her fate before the end of this season. PLS.

I have enough angst to roll with the other shows on my list of things to watch this year. >_< As long as Carol, Beth, and Michonne stay alive, then I'll be happy enough.

In regards to posting, I am working on mine, so expect it up tomorrow for sure. Yo. :o